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Permits not too much sorrow to o'ercome
His manhood: Doth he bear his grief composedly?
MESSENGER.
Had not the good Lochtarish, by his side,
Supported him, he had with very grief
Sunk to the earth.—And good Lochtarish too
Was in right great affliction.
ARGYLL.
I doubt it not.—Ye've had a splendid funeral?
MESSENGER.
A grand and stately burial has it been.
Three busy days and nights through all the isle
Have bagpipes played, and sparkling beakers flowed;
And never corse, I trow, i' th' earth was laid
With louder lamentations.
ARGYLL.
Their grief was loud enough.—Pray pass ye in.
(To attendants at a distance.)
Conduct him there; and see that he be treated,
